Chapter 4
There was a light echo of music filling the stone house for the first time in what had seemed to be forever. The notes poured out of Erik's mind and down to his fingertips onto the keyboard of the beautiful organ. The thought that he was given another chance was so unbelievable to him. This beautiful young woman seemed to appear out of nowhere. What else was there that could explain the strange situation other than God?
As the particular song that he had been working on came to an end, he looked over at the candelabra that her clothes had been drying on. One thing was for sure he had to get her the right attire to wear around the house. The way she appeared now, well if anyone saw her they would positively frown upon her. His mind drifted towards the only one who would help him, Madame Giry. She would certainly have a few garments that his guest could dress in.
While pondering the way that he would venture up to the Opera to see his friend of old little did Erik know that someone in the next room was coming out of her calm sleep.
Opening her eyes slightly Destiny was not quite sure where she was, how she got there, or who was there with her. To be completely honest with you, she seemed not to care that much anyway. Until she remember what had happened, or was it all a dream? She had to find out for herself. Opening her eyes all the way took a little more effort than she had hoped to use in such a meager act but never the less she did.
Erik snapped to attention when he heard a strange sound come from the bedroom.
"Fuck!"
Scrambling onto his feet he nonchalantly walked to the doorway, and hesitantly peered inside.
"Did you sleep well Destiny?"
Hearing the rather charmingly rich voice come from her left she looked over at him and sat up. Erik could not help noticing the soft swell of her breasts appear from under the satin sheet. Much to his dismay they were constrained by the contraption that she wore for a corset. Feeling a warm red flood his face he politely turned away.
"I am sorry, but I can not understand that much French." Destiny replied covering herself with the sheet.
Grabbing her garments from the candelabra he started towards the room and handed them to her.
The language that she spoke was not of one that he had ever been familiar with speaking. He recalled hearing it spoken when an English family came to the Opera House to see the Premier of Hannibal. This was not going to make anything easy. Of course teaching his angel how to speak his own language would give him something to do over the hours of the day.
Feeling a small hand on his shoulder he turned around. Offering his arm to her he motioned towards the door and then to her clothes. A small smile curved on her face and revealed her high cheekbones. They went out and entered the Opera House through a small door hidden in the stonewall.
Destiny's eyes widened when she saw the hallways and passages that they were passing through. Finally they passed through some doors that led to the backstage area. She had never seen so many prop or set pieces in her life. Eric calmly stated if she though that was amazing she had not seen the half of it. Of course her and her one or two years of French aiding her she only got "Amazing".
In what seemed like no time at all Erik was knocking on a door. An older woman answered and glared at Erik.
"Why have you brought her here Erik?"
"Madame Giry, please I implore you she needs some clothes and a friend. She speaks English and very little French. I found her last night on a raft in the lake. Please."
There was a soft hidden plea in his voice and even though she did not know what they were talking about she knew he was trying to help her. The woman's name who she had learned as Madame Giry, quickly ushered him inside and locked the door.
"Welcome my dear. Please do not be shy come closer. Umm mmm. I see what you mean Erik, zese clozes, they must go!"
Destiny followed the woman looking back at Erik hesitantly. All Erik could do was imagine what was going on in the small chamber she was dressing in. Because all he could hear was faint noises, a loud thud, and surprisingly; cursing coming from Madame Giry…
